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Yesterday was my favourite kind of weather. Three quarters light but without sun, a breeze, but exposed skin fared fine without scarves or hats and I didn't need to wear my winter coat. Around noon, the sun came out strongly enough to tint white-washed buildings with faint colour. And I felt new. Or good enough to be begin things. I went swimming directly after class.

I lent a guest pass to someone I didn't know. Politics was at dinner time. Where I was stupid and ideologue-ridden.

Three hours of TV. Missed phone call from Mom. Two hours of nothing. A lot of panicking because home phone (E.T.) was busy. I don't know what to do.

She called at 6:40 this morning, but I still don't know what to do.

I'd like to move to another place very far away where I don't know anyone and there's a language barrier so I won't get to know anyone. What a treat that will be! To be entirely by myself! Rocks and lack of animation or attachment clingers are idols, but I am more lichen than lichenot. (hahah kk thankx you guyz kbbye).

And sadly even without the after forest fire survivalist connotations of the species.

To do: - email Brendan, and Dan, and Brendan, and round robin emails from last week
- transfer admin superpower to Julia Wing at editlit
- begin my design notebook
- calculus, chemistry, linear algebra, electricity & magnetism, lab, communications resume, biology in better prioritized order
- make an electroscope
- finish the politics ramble at asymptotes
- clean my room, look for my key card, and fold laundry
- call Mom

The story is I've been feeling dinky about letting things slide. And to do one thing I have to do another before and I can't get to the thing before and I feel very behind already. But really just about two sections (lecture days) in each subject. Last weekend didn't go very well, but no one wants to hear about that. I am going swimming tomorrow and (fingers crossed) this weekend will be all right.

This webspace comes with a suggested donation of a dollar a month. I've had it for about 36 months. I think I'm going to send them a cheque soon. Also, Brendan, remember how I said I'd donate to Oxfam for my Christmas present? Haven't done it yet. On the one hand you get be feel better. But on the other, could you bug me about it? Either which way, my conscious will be a better job.

I feel like these paragraph blobs today are a let down. Run of the mill complaints about life !! and other such self references. My options: to end it quickly now, before it gets worse. OR continuing being meta and you'd better get something down good laddie or the commuters back home will be disappointed and then spray paint your locker. With lewd messages. And non school appropriate images. And then I go into complete exile to a central Asian country, with mountains, and breath very thing air.

Was that alright? Better now? The scary thing is that once someone mentions something even vaguely complimentary, one gets all self conscious and nervous that the next time won't measure up to the heightened explectations of the compliment.

I'm not sure where I am. Maybe getting lost. And more losing. I still haven't gotten a worm box. Ok. If this weekend is alright, I'll get it next weekend. To get list: worms, box for worms, black pens.

Some notes of worthy: fruits are cheaper in Kensington Market than in Chinatown. There is a bakery in Kensington Market that sells Montrea style bagels. I bought one. There is no snow here. Only frozen mud (and sometimes unfrozen as well!). I find myself instantly icky-fying people who are considering to vote conservative (have voted, I guess). This lasts a millisecond and then my better judgement kicks in and I am able to match this irregular puzzle piece of their personality (values?) to the jigsaw and in the process, eliminate it. (it being the icky feeling and not personal values) In writing this I've also realized I don't really know (or barely know) and 'values' of my ... cohorts? friends? in engineering, engineering science, residence.

Design talks about the integral role that 'framing' plays in everything. Framing: the frame around life, the perspective, the camera vew window. I'd like to frame more and complain/talk about classes less. Ok.

And now I am definitely three lectures behind in all my classes. I can feel the snowball. Or maybe snowflake? The ones that begin mountain slides and avacrashes.

I left my window open two nights ago and I suppose January is not the best time to do that because I've since come down with some sort of burningthroatish, fever inducing, aches and pains cold. Sort of worried about telling my parents because then they'll be worried. I've slept maybe fourteen hours today, and I'm hoping with another fourteen under my belt by tomorrow this time, I'll be on the road to recovery.

Here are some New Years Resolutions about 2 weeks late:
- Drink more water. And less tea.
- Go swimming every Friday.
- Do chemistry, then electricity reading and then calculus as soon as I'm done typing here.
- Keep a clean room.
- Figure out how to upload photos and fix the soundcard so it's working properly.
- Play with pymol.
Hmm. That turned into a to do list didn't it.

I'll update on registering, overture lectures and even maybe email once I'm feeling better and up to speed with the chemistry.

Because life is all about absorbing other people's lives and taking in vivaciously through others, I guess I can define mine by the lives I intruded on. Much less intrusion and experiencing, I suppose. So recent weeks are much more clearly defined through escapism than anything else.

This break I (am) read(ing):

This break I watched:

This break I listened to:

I'm not sure these enumerations can finally prove that good taste and good people have few if any links. But beyond over arching theses, these experiences?, I guess, overwelmingly convey explorations in loneliness and family. I can never tell if wallowing produces life imitating art or art imitatin life. Everything here is also overwelming contemporary. Most of then from the last few years. I think I'm going to try and go earlier to see what people had to say back then.

The passage from one year to the next didn't feel like anything. This holiday season felt a lot less festive than usual and I'm not sure if my parents and others so thought so too or if I'm just sort of lost in anxiety. ROSI, that bastard, of repository of student information, is not loading today and I had a horrible dream last night where I failed many courses. I think astrology and fate is a load of crap. Dreams predicting real life and all that. Random firing of neurons is ever so much more romantic. I usually have 3 or 4 dreams a night.

The best secret place I keep in my head is a clean empty white room and I am very clearheaded and aloof and certain. Not at all blurry and squishy like these days. But honestly, I bet we all seek out drama because it keeps things interesting. Just like question mark guy says, nothing to keep the readership interested like a breakdown. Well, I've had mine so let's get things back to business as usual eh?

There's a debate friday at 15:30 at the chateau laurier. All party. About The Environment. I got an email about it from the Sierra Club- it's free but you do need to RSVP to make sure there's enough room. Drop me a line how about? like omg totally xposting my heart i/s ablackhole i HATE my b/f-:blackmascara run d own. bathroom floor. LOLZ!!!